Niall One Shots

Satisfied

"I got some ideas..." You whisper into his ear, nipping at it gently. Practice before the show was going too long. Niall had left you all needy feeling and basically soaking before you two had left.

"Mm, what might dat be princess?" He asks, leaning down to kiss your lips gently, his arms wrapping around your waist.

With a smile you rest your hands on is chest, "An intermission blow job." You whisper against his lips before kiss his nose. "Let me show you how much of a good girl I can be for you." You bite your lip and press against him a bit more.

"I think dat can be arranged. If ya can get me off during dat intermission... I'll reward ya in our room." Niall nods and drags his scruffy chin along your shoulder before kissing up and down your neck.

With a slight shiver, you nod and let him shower your neck in kisses.

The show goes by slower than molasses. The relentless teasing Niall did up until he went onto stage didn't help anything.

There was always something so provocative about watching Niall perform. The sheer passion and energy he poured into it was more intoxicating then when he was in the bedroom (unless it was scruff being dragged against your inner thighs-but that's a different story)...

You watched him dance across the stage, guitar on, guitar off, counting down the minutes until he would come running to the back so you could pull him into his dressing room and have your way with him and his cock.

Finally, he comes bouncing from the stage and wipes his forehead from the sweat. "Hey baby." He pants and kisses the side of your head and you don't wait two minutes before you pull him into his shared dressing room and lock it. "Hi." You smile and kiss down his neck.

Niall pushes you down to your knees. "Hurry love, you don't got much time."

Your hand rubs over his jean clad crotch, humming. Niall bends over and pulls your blouse over your head, just wanting to see your body.

Yanking his jeans down, you mouth him over his boxers, your eyes looking up at him. His body tensed up tightly and you carefully pull his boxers down. Teasing was your favourite but you didn't have a lot of time to do so.

Your mouth lowers over his dick carefully and you work your mouth lower and lower. The lower you go, the more your cheeks hollow out for him, your tongue swirling over his hard-on.

He closes his eyes and drops his head back slightly, his hand coming to grip your hair back, "Oh fuck." He moans out.

His moaned praise only encourages you to suck harder and start to bob your head. You wanted him to cum. You needed him to.

Niall knew how to punish when it was needed. But he also knew how to reward you when you were being a good girl.

You trail your nails gently down his thighs before you start to massage his balls gently, your watering eyes moving up to look at him. You start to gag on him on purpose, choking and gasping when you pull off.

You could feel his balls tense in your hands as you start to deep throat him as well as you can. "Yes baby, just like that. Don't stop." He begs of you and moves his hips up a bit more, fighting the urge to fuck your face.

He moans again and whimpers softly, "I'm so close." He tenses further and there is a warning knock on the door-five minutes left.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! You needed to get him off. You pull off enough to only suck on the head of his dick, your tongue running over the slit and squeezing gently on his balls.

"Choke on me cock again." He demands and you lower your mouth over him until you're choking and gagging. "Fuck, such a good girl for me." He moans out.

With a slight thrust of his hips-pushing his cock back further into your throat-he cums, panting out your name like a prayer.

You pull away and swallow, a triumphant grin comes over your lips and you pull up his boxers and jeans.

"Go!" You urge him so he wouldn't be late and there wouldn't be any questioning of what the two of you went off to do.

Niall kisses your forehead, "Love ya like ya can't believe." He kisses you on the lips and runs out as you pull your shirt back on and fix your hair, licking your lips free of any cum.

You had a satisfied man, kicking ass on stage.